The Meaning

Today I wrote a poem.
Within it was a quote.
A man who said, a most wise phrase,
became a man of note.
Words which tumble circles,
around metaphor and simile.
His malaise, which all portrays,
Knowledge, his repartee.
He explicates the meaning,
to a melee of strict applause.
His words convey the message,
His body shows the cause.

Expressing answers to questions asked.
A request to which no one was tasked.
Yet one believed that will connote.
Expressed concerns within his quote.
Alas, he bows to thunderous noise,
a sound he finds he quite enjoys.
Even though he never knew,
just what they were all clapping too.